Three out of the four came to meet him, which meant that the last guy was probably the leader of this army... and probably the strongest. He felt confident he could take on these three at once, but he knew enough to not get cocky. Lots of times he and the others had fought someone massively more powerful than any individual member of their group, only to emerge victorious because of teamwork... or the enemy getting overconfident. Ah, what was that saying...?
Pride cometh before the fall or something.
In any case, he had to do this without wasting too much energy. Yeah, he still had plenty of reserves--and he had yet to go... full boar--but he had a feeling he'd need to pull out
all the stops to emerge victorious from this. Still...
He glanced downward for a moment, noting that he was, indeed, over the water. Good, that meant that if he needed to, he could dip down there to recharge or heal. He sort of wanted to try for a zenkai or two, but in this situation... too risky. But hey, if it happened to, er, happen, then great!
"Totoma, the Just Saiyan," said Totoma, pointing at the three with both his arms and his tail. Suddenly, his palm shot up and he released blasts at all three of them, two from his palms and one from the tip of his tail. It wasn't something he used much anymore, but he had trained himself to use his tail as a weapon--not something your typical saiyan would think to do.
Summoning forth the nine-toothed rake, Totoma charged at Ohknee while he was
hopefully reeling from his blast and swung the odd weapon in a wide arc at the... purple elf... goat... guy.